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Madison

I feel like a million bucks as I sit at the table at Silver’s. I’ve been to a lot of fancy restaurants in my life. After all, my dad is just as wealthy as Myles, but I’ve never been to this one.

This dress is doing wonders for my self-esteem. When Myles first told me he was taking me shopping for a dress, I imagined something that would be appropriate for a sixteenth birthday. Something demure that covered every inch of my body.

It never occurred to me that he would buy me something this sexy and revealing. I’m also pleased that he’s managed to control himself even though a lot of men have ogled me since we arrived.

I feel like a goddess. My nipples are hard under the thin material, and I can’t help it. They keep brushing against the expensive satin, reminding me that I’m permanently aroused and have been from the moment I woke up this morning to Myles stroking my breast.

I can still feel his finger circling my nipple. It’s kept me horny all day. Hopefully, no one will notice if the back of my dress gets wet from my pussy dripping.

I can also feel his fingers on my neck from when he fastened the diamond necklace on me. I finger it again now, partly to make sure it’s still secure and partly to remind myself that it’s real. Myles definitely gave me an unbelievably expensive diamond necklace for my twenty-first birthday.

“Would you like to see the wine list, Sir?” the waiter asks Myles.

“That won’t be necessary. We’ll have the…” Whatever he said to finish that sentence was in Italian. I didn’t catch it.

As soon as the waiter walks away, I giggle before I can remind myself it’s not ladylike.

Myles is smiling indulgently. “What’s funny, sweetheart?”

“He didn’t ask for my ID.”

Myles laughs. “I doubt he would even if you were two years younger. He wouldn’t question you being here with me.”

I sigh. “Oh. Guess I should have come here with my friends.”

Myles’s chest shakes with more laughter. “First of all, I doubt your friends could afford to eat here unless the allowances they get are substantial. And I’m certain the waiter would have ID’d a group of suspicious-looking girls.”

I’m still pleased. I like that he didn’t ask for my ID, even if it was because I’m with Myles. I refuse to let the air out of my balloons. It’s my birthday. I’m wearing the sexiest dress I’ve ever owned, and I’m out with the man I’ve dreamed about for a long time.

Plus, he’s going to take me to Edge after dinner, and I pray he doesn’t insist on only letting me watch. That would suck.

“Look at your menu, sweetheart.”

I lower my gaze, but I’m too frazzled to focus. “Can you choose for me?”

“If you’d like.” Myles looks pleased.

The wine arrives, and the man shows the bottle to Myles before uncorking it.

I’m not a stranger to this world. I’ve been to more business dinners with my father than I can count.

I’m not ignorant about how to behave or what fork to use.

I’ve just never looked this sophisticated before.

I’ve never felt this sophisticated, either.

Myles tastes the wine, approves it, and takes the bottle. He places our order before pouring me a glass. Half of a glass.

I roll my eyes. “I’m not a lush, you know. I wasn’t lying when I told you I’d never gone out partying before last Friday.”

He reaches for my hand, brings it to his lips, and kisses my knuckles. “That’s not why I’m going to monitor your alcohol, Madison. I’m doing so because I want you sober when we go to Edge. You may have one glass. That’s it.”

“Are you going to start letting me drink at home?”

He laughs as he shakes his head. “Not a chance.”

I pout for half a second before realizing where I am and righting my face. “So, I’m still a baby to you?”

He holds my hand against the table. “Madison, there is no part of me who thinks for one second that you’re not a full-grown adult. Trust me.”

I inhale deeply. He seems sincere.

“However, you are, and will always be, my submissive. Unless and until you decide you don’t want to be mine.” He lifts a brow.

“I’ll never change my mind,” I insist without hesitation. It may be bonkers, but I know what I want, and I want Myles. I’ve known I wanted to be his submissive for years. This isn’t some decision I made lightly on a whim.

“Nevertheless, you don’t fully understand yet how demanding I can be. How demanding I will be with you.”

His gaze is insistent, and I don’t see how he could be more overbearing than he’s been this week.

He leans closer and slides his hand to my wrist. It’s so intimate I might swoon.

“Madison, I’ve known for a long time that I wanted you.

I never imagined it could be a reality, but I’ve dreamed about owning you for as long as you’ve had the same thoughts, apparently.

I’ve been a Dominant from the time I was mature enough to know what one was, and I’ve been a member of BDSM clubs since I was twenty-one.

I’ve played. I’ve dabbled. I’ve done a lot of things with a lot of submissives, but I’ve never taken one home.

I’ve never found someone I craved more than one scene with. Until you .”

I can’t breathe.

“I want so much more from you than you’ve seen this past week.

Sometimes it scares me. I want you naked and on your knees.

I want you to come into the house and turn yourself over to me without hesitation.

It’s a deep desire that only grows with each passing day.

I’ve held back, sweetheart. I’ve worked hard to give you time and space. ”

“I want all those things,” I whisper. “I’m yours, Myles.”

He shakes his head. It’s frustrating. “You can’t fully know that yet, sweetheart. Let’s see how you feel after we go to the club tonight.” He releases me. “Take a sip of the wine. Tell me what you think.”

I lift the glass, trying not to tremble after everything he just said. “Mm. I like it.”

“I’m glad. Now, tell me more about these dreams you have.”

“Not a chance. I’ve told you enough.”

“You haven’t told me nearly enough. How am I going to make your fantasies come true if you don’t share the details?”

I shake my head. “You’re not getting them out of me. You’ll have to use trial and error for the next fifty years.”

“I can do that, but it would be fun if I had some specifics. Are you always a naughty schoolgirl?”

I groan. “Usually. Sometimes, I’m caught sneaking out to go to a party. Sometimes, I’m…” I take a deep breath and look at Myles. “I can’t tell you all this. Not here.” I look around.

“Okay. Later. But, eventually, I want to hear all your naughty fantasies.”

“You have Google, you know. I bet you can use it, too,” I joke. “If you search kinky fantasies, I’ve probably squirmed at whatever you find.”

“Mmm.” He rubs his chin. “You do realize Google isn’t always reliable, right?”

I roll my eyes. “Of course. Just inspiration.”

He smirks. “What about bondage? Do you fantasize about that?”

“Yes. That’s an easy one.”

His grin slays me. And worries me. It should. “So, you misbehave and a Dom ties your arms behind your back.”

I shake my head and take another sip of wine. “There’s not ‘a Dom,’ Myles. It’s you . It’s always you.”

“Pleased to hear that. Do I tie you up?”

I groan. “You’re relentless.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.” He sets his elbows on the table. “Naked or clothed?”

“You nearly always strip me naked, to make me feel embarrassed and exposed.”

“Ah, so you like some humiliation. Do you fantasize about being watched?”

I wave a hand between us. My cheeks are on fire. “Stop it.”

Luckily, the waiter arrives with our food, and Myles stops questioning me. Thank God.